It was a rough weekend. After messing up my back and staying away from boot camp for a week, I just got really depressed. I kept up with the diet but far less stringently then usual. I cheated slightly at my two work meetings. Not with sweets or anything but I did have a tiny bit of pasta salad, a few bites of potatoes au gratin, and I’m not sure what kind of sugar was in the glaze on the meats. Then I went to a wedding and while I didn’t eat many of the cocktail hour snacks and avoided the mashed potatoes and dinner rolls, I still ate two pieces of cake. I couldn’t help it. Wedding cake. I love it. I also had two rum and diet cokes. I realize this is not a huge deal since I’ve been nearly perfect for two weeks but between the slipping up and not exercising all week, I feel like I’ve let myself down. Yesterday I had a few bites of food I didn’t need to eat (some of my husband’s lunch) but was fine otherwise.

Our mid-point weigh-in is tonight and I’m not feeling great. I have a feeling I will not have made much, if any, progress. I feel better which I suppose is what counts but it’s not really what counts to me. Looking better and winning is what counts to me and I’m starting to get discouraged.

But I’m back on the wagon today. Even if my mid-point weigh-in is shit, there are still two weeks left. The Zombie Run is Saturday…my husband was like, “I don’t want you to be mad if I leave you behind” and I told him that I didn’t want HIM to be mad when I left HIM behind. Which I will, because I’m scrappy. And I really would prefer not to be eaten by a zombie.

This is a picture of some cookies which I did not eat over the weekend:

And here is a picture of me when I was skinny:

~Anna